Unwoven Hours

[Verse 1]
The first light pulls the city's muted hum,
But here in tangled sheets, no new day has quite come.
Just the quiet breath of morning, soft and deep,
While deeper still, my own ambitions sleep.

[Chorus]
And the coffee machine, a steady, low hum,
The only ambition this quiet morning has become.
A gentle rhythm, pulling me so slow,
From sleepy comfort, letting worries go.

[Verse 2]
My thoughts, a skein of choices, loosely spun,
Unraveling slow before the day is won.
A window pane reflects a whispered hue,
Of quiet questions, old and ever new.
What threads connect me, what must I untie?
Beneath this gentle, unexpecting sky.

[Chorus]
And the coffee machine, a steady, low hum,
The only ambition this quiet morning has become.
A gentle rhythm, pulling me so slow,
From sleepy comfort, letting worries go.

[Bridge]
The fabric of the day, still softly draped and deep,
Promises of purpose, I let them gently sleep.
Just this quiet corner, a moment to suspend,
Before the waking threads begin to mend,
Or weave a pattern I don't yet comprehend.

[Outro]
A tender melancholy, soft and bittersweet,
Just the warmth of coffee, and this unhurried beat.